Hear The Song - Freeway

To Mr. Ain’t gon' be shit

Get a job, get your kids somethin' for Easter

Knowin' I just came home ain’t got nothin to eat with

Bitch outta line —

Ho been drove me outta my mind

She like, I shoulda knew before I lay down and slept with him (slept with him)

Now she wish that she could sleep with him (sleep with him)

Take a stroll with him

Wanna creep with him (with him)

Roll with him (with him)

And turn to a freak on him

Ain’t have no patience with him when the ceilin leaked on him

Creeped on him

But I’m a boss baby you crossed the line

No orders go rock to hit all your girls

From the bed to the tub, bathtub to the ceilin

Killin' the world… holla!

When you hear the song

Will you cry (make you won’t cry, don’t it)

Cause you know you wrong (it's all good baby, don’t even worry about it)

Will you cryyyyy

When you hear the song (life goes on ya know)

Will you cry (but I got some others issues the address but it ain’t about you)

Cause you know you wrong (uhhh)

Will you cryyyyy

I ain’t Big but scrap you dead wrong

Ya’ll coulda scrapped it out

He was never known for shootin' the toola packin' the chrome

He was known for shootin' the hoops up

Little hustle nigga grind (grind)

To get his jeans and boots up

At the summer league game D game rough

And the summer heat had ya’ll niggas feelin' like ya’ll so damn tough

Wrong words, couple of shoves, park full of hoes

Had his hands all in your mug

How could you roll with pride in your way

You drove with your .38 to the place where he stay

Said, «say hi to the pearly gates and scrolls.»

Now I pop beers reminisce with your bro

You can’t make it to the show

And niggas make it to the jail

Shed a tear

When you hear the song

Will you cry (it's fucked up man)

Cause you know you wrong (how you go out then you locked up)

Will you cryyyy (how you run around a lie)

When you hear the song (can you dig)

Will you cry

Cause you know your wrong (but I got one more person to address)

Will you cry (I ain’t forget about you ol' girl, I remember)

Oh look

Who could it be, Ms. Lee

You know this nigga ain’t kiddin'

Think harder, Freeway L. Pridgen

Shit you used to tell me make me wanna work harder

At gettin' crack spots sent me to prison

Said I’m never gonna be a thang

So I listened and skipped school

Had them thing distributed

Fuck class, on the block all day

My science was choppin', baggin', dividin', addin', the math

How my teacher gonna tell me I’m dumb

Had me feelin' like a sore thumb

Clown of the class (uh)

I got graded most hated with guns

But now I made it to the life

Couldn’t make it to the class

If this nigga chew your ear

That’s an oh for you to hear

Kiss my ass!

When you hear the song

Will you cry

Cause you know your wrong (you know you wrong)

Will you cryyyy

When you hear the song (feel me)

Will you cry

Cause you know you wrong (State Prop Chang Gang)

Will you cryyyy

This is dedicated to all, all the motherfucker out there

You, you, and you mothefucker who did something wrong

All y’all niggas out there what else y’all gon' do something

(the ignorants) or there is something wrong right now

You know you wrong (don't you cryyy)